Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.